The Day God Left The World

An unexpected time when Christians mysteriously vanish. When death flee from the world and leaving massive sufferings. The mark 666 equals identification and credit cards. And 90% chances of getting to heaven. I'm sorry atheist people. This may not be a big deal cause you love science but just a bit of an information about truth (not facts). [Based on a Biblical Apocalypse Story]
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A day. Four Xs to mark on the calendar before the big day, the
Prom. Everyone's been waiting that for almost a year, every year.
Not once, not twice but everytime, Zayn's been talking about his
date on the prom. Beautiful, irresistible, wonderful, what else
can you call such girl of his dreams.

"You have no idea how's it like to attend your first ever prom."
Zayn bragged.

He was so excited, obviously. Praising that event over and over
again, it could take over hours or a day perhaps.

"Calm down Z, you'll have your prom. Relax. You still have four
more days to wait, you know." explained Jervy.

Jervy had been Zayn's best friend since kindergarten. He's not an
ideal guy for girls. Not cool enough but not so geeky as well.
Just neutral. Having a conversation in the Cafeteria, Jervy
noticed the arrival of Zayn's date.

Zayn made a charming smile to the girl that the she didn't manage
to ignore. She replied him with a smile and a slight but
recognizable wave.

"By the way, I still don't know her name." reminded Jervy.

"Do you need to?" Zayn made an uncomfortable stare at Jervy.

"Yes, of course. I'm your best friend. Why shouldn't I?"

Zayn paused for a moment. "What if I make it a surprise? A bet or
a deal or whatsoever? If you win, I'll tell you her name. You
seem interested, aren't you?"

Jervy sighed. "No thanks. I am so not interested and if you don't
want to tell her name. Well, fine. I don't care. She's not even
my date and I don't think I'm your best friend anymore."

Zayn started to make a slight grin and rolled his eyes. "Here we
go again. An emotional scene. Yeah, you win. Her name's Josh."

"Josh?"

"Yeah, Josh."

"Well, isn't that a - "

"Guys's name?" said Zayn. "Yes, it is but her name's actually
Josheilla."

Jervy raised his left brow with hesitation. "Well, what a strange
name for a girl. Sounds biblical."

"I beg your pardon?" said Zayn.

"Nothing. Let's finish our business here, shall we?" insisted
Jervy.

"Well, I'd be honored."

Zayn and Jervy continued their talk outside the cafeteria.

Talking about the weather, it wasn't that good. Yes, very weird
talking about it but there was something going on. Dark clouds
covered almost every speck of the sky. No, it wasn't climate
change. It was much more than that.

Rain suddenly showered the outdoors though it was a straight
midday. Traffic started to get out of hand. Pedestrians spread
towards shelters avoiding themselves to get soaked by the massive
rain. All sorts of honks and beeps begun to shoutout because the
road suddenly froze.

"What in the world is going on?" said Mr. Heinz Parker. A
professor in East Stanford High, the school which Zayn and Jervy
is studying. He was in his car. Unfortunately, getting stuck on
traffic wasn't in his schedule. He tried to push his honk louder
but it didn't help. Only option left was getting out of the car
and let nature wet himself for good.

"Bang!" Gunshot? No. It was lightning. Very frightening than it
sounds. It moved the ground a bit. Like an aftershock after a
massive earthquake. The lightning didn't hinder the vehicles to
stop them from their toots and honks. Traffic was still idle. Not
a single progress. Still the same. Everyone's been wondering why
the road had stopped working and unluckily, it's raining sick.

"Boom!" Problem solved. Now everybody knows what's happening.
There had been a road accident. Not just an average accident but
rather, an unusual one. The professor turned on his radio and
there revealed a shocking news.

"Just this noon, ladies and gentlemen. In the middle of this
crossroad in Nelson and Howe Street created a colossal sinkhole
that caused a lot of damaged of nearby buildings and lots of
vehicles unexpectedly been swallowed by this unknown hole. Causes
of the creation of this sinkhole is still undetermined. Please
always be tuned in for more information about this disaster. For
more details or if you know any missing people, please contact
the following contact numbers…"

Mr. Parker turned off his radio speechless. "Jesus Christ, what's
happening to the world?" He took the deepest breath of his life.
His hair raised as if it was willing to give the news a standing
ovation. It was simply frightening.

The ground started shaking. Panic started to enter everybody's
mind. Screams of anonymous, random people started to disperse.
Mr. Parker didn't make any second thoughts. He grabbed his
suitcase and everything he could save. He decided to leave his
car in order to save his life. Rain started to get harder.
Everyone, left to right, above or under started fleeing the road.
Another sinkhole might popout at any moment.

Meanwhile, Zayn and Jervy were again, talking about that most
awaited prom. Not noticing, the ground was slightly shaking.

"Riiing!" The school bell eventually rang. Everyone was startled.
Not a student, nor a teacher knows what's happening. Everyone got
out of their classrooms. The ground was now vigorously shaking.
Students uncontrollably ran towards anywhere. A teacher had been
yelling at everyone to calm down but the state of the quake
wasn't a thing you can relax on. It starts to get more
destructive. The floor starts to crack then continues it to the
wall and every concrete gets a mark of the quake.

"Hisshh!" cried the rain. The quake stopped but the rain was
still working. "Drip, drop, drip, drop." Rain started to enter
the campus. It inserted into the cracks of the ceiling.

"Everyone, get out of the building. Now!" shouted the
janitor.Everyone, without any doubt, went straightly out of it.
Everyone, not leaving any unimportant person behind.

"That was so very close." relieved Zayn.

Jervy was speechless. Taking a view at the campus is like seeing
a computer attacked by all sorts of threats and viruses.

"Hey! Are you okay?" Zayn checking Jervy's status.

"Do you think, I'm okay? You? Are you okay? Do you think
everyone's okay?" baffled Jervy.

"Dude, relax." calmed Zayn.

"How could I relax and by the way, I don't think there will be
any prom after this destruction made by some, cruel nature."

Zayn's eyes swelled and glossed. "No way, man. No way. Either
what happens to this world, there will be a prom. Don't doubt
about that."

Jervy recalled something and he gasped right out of his guts.
"You have no idea. His return is near. Not next week, nor next
three days. He's almost here."

"Talk to you later, Z." he said to Zayn. "I'll text you when I'm
home."

"You are such a weird person, Jerv. You really, really are."
yelled Zayn.

Jervy grabbed his scooter and took off to the destroyed road, on
the way home.

"Wee-woop, wee-woop, wee-woop." Ambulance started to gather
around the most affected areas as well as firetrucks, police
cars, choppers and every rescue vehicles present. News programs
spread the same news all over the day. Live aerial views,
broadcast footage, as long as it's about the sinkholes and
earthquakes, it has massive broadcast ratings.

"I'm home!" Jervy greeted the house. No one was there. Seemed
strange but apparently, he is the only person present in the
neighborhood. He dropped his hand into his pocket to get his
phone. It was as well wet but how the technology was handling
things, it wasn't that much of a damage. Touching icons on the
screen of his cellphone, he tried to call Zayn.

"The number you have dialed is out of reach, please try your call
later." responded the network operator.

"Oh gosh!" Depression is starting to be seen in Jervy's face.
"Now, what am I going to do? Telephone lines are cut, roads are
in irregular state and apparently, electricity isn't working as
well." He sighed disappointedly.

He managed to explore the house if there were such damage made.
The ceiling had a visible crack but not very bad as it seemed.
Walls were still in good shape but it wasn't that a hundred
percent safe to stay. He noticed a note stuck on the fridge's
door.

"The local authorities forced us to evacuate, son. Don't worry.
If you're on a search for me and your brother, ask them, the
authorities and if you can, please stay at your friend Zayn's
house for a while. Be good and stay out of trouble. - Mom."

Jervy was relieved but at the same time, lonely. He couldn't
possibly manage to drive himself to Zayn's house since almost all
of the roads were wildly damaged and is probably closed until it
is mended.

Jervy took some things that can be most handy for his journey. He
got some of his clothes, his school stuff, tools, food from the
fridge, money from his piggybank and his mom's creditcard. He
also took the picture of his mom and brother from a broken frame,
probably broke when the quake occurred. He kicked his scooter and
took off to his bumpy road trip.